WHEN last we parted, thou wert young and fair,
How beautiful let fond remembrance say!
Alas! since then, old time has stol'n away
Full thirty years, leaving my temples bare.-
So has it perish'd like a thing of air,
The dream of love and youth!-now both are grey,
Yet still remembering that delightful day,
Tho' time with his cold touch has blanch'd my hair,
Tho' I have suffer'd many years of pain,
Since then; tho' I did never think to live
To hear that voice or see those eyes again,
I can a sad, but cordial greeting give,
And for thy welfare breathe as warm a pray'r,
-As when I lov'd thee young and fair!